The Torsion of the Engined Firmament The Late Lateness of the Night A Faint Windy Noise of Speed Beneath the Ghosts of Millenial Rain The Middle and Pure Height and Whole of Summer The Deep Sea Stood in Upon Me In the Terrible Space and Enlargement of Silence The Sun Has Lowered a Very Little Numb with Sleep as Ruins On a Road Between the Flying Shadows of Loose Woods